Where is the hotel?

Oh. The Horror

Happy Halloween from buzzelli and her scary blood blister.

missing things

Sick of You

things that can go fuck themselves at 2:20 am CDT:

1. Eckstein (AKA, "the world's scrappiest human") barely taller than a fifth grader.

2. the lame voodoo festival in new orleans. and their bullshit 8 am load in.

not even john brannon could top this

but i bet he wishes he could.

thanks to my old roomie in nyc for sending me that link.
speaking of john brannon...he sent me an e-card today. click here to see it. i never realized he had such a sense of humor.

i hate spoiled girls

nashville. two days in nashville. it's the third time i have been here this year. it's an alright town i suppose. i've had pretty good times here all three times. my friends in the raconteurs just moved here which i am not quite sure i can do but they seem to enjoy it. although they are rarely home these days.

i think tennessee has achieved the ugliest license plate possible. i would assume that this plate sends some money the environments way or something. it's almost like the state gov is intentionally trying to starve the environment fund. i say approximately two of these plates and we've been in tennessee for 3 days.

first knoxville. knoxville was overrun with college football fans. it was the Tennessee Volunteers vs. the Alabama Crimson Tide. There were a lot of older people dressed the way my 5 year old nephew dresses. Little sweater vests and baseball hats and the ubiquitous seat cushions. they looked like a convention of adult babies. of course me and the people i travel with probably look like a convention of dirty people. mom, don't get me a sweater vest for christmas.

and that was knoxville. yesterday was nashville and today we had a day off here. i am gonna go on my once a tour dinner to ruth's chris steak house tonight. i spent most of the day walking around and enjoying an empty bus, doing a little work and documenting things i saw that annoyed me. the usual, really. like this stupid sign. similar to the "puma store, comming soon!" sign that hung over broadway and prince for 9 months a few years ago.

okay. i just ate an amazing meal at ruth's chris steak house in nashville. and the best part is that broken social scene paid for it and i think that is real nice.
the problem i am having now is that i feel like i can't remember what i used to write about on this thing. and i also feel like i don't want to write anything. so for the next few entries at least i am gonna ape two of my favorite blogs, cali and mary and just put up photos and you can make up your own stories about what happened. and i think by doing that i will: a. take more walks to take more photos and b. then i will have more stuff to write about.

people....signage is really starting to bum me out. the only thing i have to say about this is that if you are gonna be rude at least be accurate. if we are being frank here it should say "100's of ugly girls and maybe if you're lucky one or two okay ones. one might not even have a bunch of nasty lip liner around her mouth."

and you are even a bigger douche than Theee Douche if you have to drive this thing around. Surely no one's need for employment would be this dire.

austin for a day off tomorrow. i have to find a place to watch the baseball game with non canadians.

Now you're all gone

so here i am. it's true, i am back on tour, much to my surprise. i thought i'd be home for a little while but that fell through (temporarily) and this job came up out of the blue and i decided to take it. so i am in atlanta heading to knoxville on a tour bus with internet. 90% of the people i have been on tour with this year are foreigners. it's weird to think about canadians as being foreigners, but they are. trust me. they'd be bummed if they knew some times i forget they are. but i do and then all of a sudden i hear them say something about being in America and i think "where else would...oh yeah...you're not from here". then i think "sorry about your luck". not really. i'd only think that if you were like from england or something. that's a joke too.
these guys are a good band, broken social scene. there are like 87 of them constantly flying in and out for different parts of the tour. but it's only 28 days long and 5 of those are already gone. and then i'll be back home for the winter and maybe longer.
LA. it's funny how much i miss it and how much like home it feels like. i guess i had a lot of time there recently although it doesn't feel like much. maybe that's because i wasn't incessantly documenting it on this website or maybe it's just cause i was having such a great time hanging around with nina. but here is a recap of what i did when i got home from my brother's wedding.
i saw this sign the first day i got back when i was driving nina to work. god, it made me so angry. holy shit! i just realized, looking at it one more time, that it not only says "stuckle". yeah, it fucking says, "stuckle" instead of "stucco". i was so incensed by that that i actually got to the hair salon that day and looked up "stuckle" just to make sure that it wasn't actually something you could have done to your house that i hadn't heard of....who knows, but it doesn't exist. stuckle. fuck.. but now i just realized that it also says "pluming". who makes this crap? i assume that the magnet people are idiots too. because althoughi know i would want to make this just for a laugh, i know i would have to tell someone "hey dude. it's stucco, you retard. not stuckle. get a clue". these magnet makers are retards themselves or they just don't give a fuck.

then i caught this tiny lady on a pay phone downtown. tiny lady with a big hat.

nina's sister taylor took nina and i out for yogurt one day.

that was pretty nice. she also took us out to chinese food the night before i left. these are the weird stickers she has on her car. the one on the right says "finish your beer. there are sober kids in india." i don't even think that's true cause when i worked at the indian restaurant in cincinnati years ago those dudes were drunk all day long making nans and paneer and stuff.

i played with scout a bunch. he is the best. fucking wrinkle mug. i also started calling him scutaro after marcus scutaro of the oakland a's. i don't know why. i don't even like the a's. i guess i think scutaro is fun to say.

and then i saw these two, utterly diametrically opposed things within minutes of each other in echo park.
beautiful crane in a lot near the shops.

dumb douche playing a snare drum on the corner of sunset echo park in front of walgreen's on a saturday afternoon. for money, nonetheless.

and that's it cause although i think it's rad that i am driving down the highway and on the internet laying in a bed. it's pretty slow when it comes to posting photos. although i think that has more to do with typepad than the connection.

it wasn't me

i didn't buy this t-shirt.

fat guy mosh

yesterday cali and i went to a mall (of all places) to see the american hardcore movie. it was a matinee and we both ate a medium popcorn and candy (i had a toblerone. he had jr mints). i spent alll morning watching youtube videos of hardcore bands.

this is by far the most amazing one that has ever existed. watch out for:
the crackhead
the fat guy mosh
and the fucking insane pit

amazing grace

i think that the amish people are pretty good examples of how we should behave.
except for the no television part.
http://www.cnn.com/2006/US/10/06/amish.funeral.ap/index.html